Chapter 23


    Chapter 23 She Took a Bullet for Him


    I stood in ce, watching Idris hurriedly carry Moore into the bedroom. I stared nkly at the blood-


    stained fruit knife in my hand. For a moment, I really wanted to stab the knife into his heart. He had not


    even bothered to dodge. If it had not been for Moore blocking it, the knife would have pierced him.


    Ultimately, I had gotten carried away by emotion, acting impulsively.


    The family doctor, who resided in the old manor, was quickly brought over by Charles.


    After taking the doctor into the bedroom, Charles looked at me, hesitating to speak.


    I knew what he wanted to say but chose not to acknowledge it, simply stating, “She won’t die.” I was


    impulsive, but I did not intend to kill Idris. At most, it would be a superficial wound, with a few drops


    of blood.


    As expected, the doctor came out shortly and stated that the wound was not serious. She just needed


    to keep the wound dry and rece the dressing regrly for a few days.


    He hesitated before adding, “But this wound ovepped with a previous one, so the scar may be uglier


    and harder to remove.”


    Charles nodded and escorted the doctor out.


    I originally intended to leave, but hearing the doctor’s words, I could not help but stay. Moore already


    had a wound on her shoulder?


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    Curious, I walked toward the bedroom. Before entering, I heard soft sobbinging from inside.” Iddy,


    will this scar on my shoulder never go away?”


    Idris wasforting her rather patiently. “No, it will. I’ll find a way to remove it for you. Don’t worry, and


    just focus on healing for now. It’ll be fine.”


    Perhaps because Idris was so gentle, Moore stopped crying and looked at him with a smile. “Iddy, I’m


    actually not worried about scars. As long as you don’t mind it, I’d rather it stay on me for a lifetime. The


    one from five years ago, and the current one.”


    After saying this, she paused and hypocritically added, “But don’t me Yvette, Iddy. She was angry


    and lost her senses. After all, I got pregnant and moved into the old manor. She’s still the wife you


    married, and she must be ufortable that you brought me here. It’s good that she got her anger out


    a little. I just hope she won’t make things difficult for you because of me.”


    I could not help but sneer. The girl could start in movies.


    Not interested in watching their affectionate disy, I turned to leave the courtyard. I met Charles on


    the way back, and when he saw me leaving, he called out, “Mrs. Young.”


    I looked at him, somewhat puzzled. “What is it?”


    He hesitated for a moment and said, “Madam Young wants to see you.”


    Without having to think about it, I immediately knew word of what had happened in the courtyard had


    likely reached Madam Young’s ears.


    I nodded, thanked him, and was about to leave when I suddenly recalled Moore’s words to Idris. The


    one from five years ago, and the current one…?


    I could not help but ask Charles, “Charles, how long have you been with the Youngs?”


    I’ve


    Caught off guard by my sudden question, Charles paused before answering, “For many years. been


    working with Uncle Zane at the Youngs‘ estate ever since I came of age. Why do you ask, Mrs.


    Young?”


    I smiled. “No reason. It just urred to me to ask. Since you’ve been with the Youngs for so long, you


    must have heard about Idris and Moore getting together five years ago, right?”


    Charles nodded. “Mr. Young was with Ms. Scott before, but she married someone else for some


    unknown reason. It was many years ago, and everyone had almost forgotten about it until she


    suddenly returned. But don’t worry, the Youngs only recognize you as Mrs. Young.”


    I smiled to show my gratitude, then could not help but ask again, “Do you know how Idris and Moore


    met back then? Did they go through something together?” I looked at Charles, unsure if he knew


    anything more about them.


    Charles thought for a moment and said, “I don’t know much, but I heard from Uncle Zane that Ms.


    Moore took a bullet for Mr. Young.” After saying this, he furrowed his brow. “Why don’t you ask Uncle


    Zane, Mrs. Young? I haven’t spent much time around Mr. Young before, so I don’t know much.”


    She took a bullet for him? I frowned and suddenly thought of something that had happened before. I


    could not help but ask, “Did Moore get the gunshot wound at the border?”


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